Hello and a happy Monday.
As I write happy Monday I’m actually having a very sleepy, grumpy Monday. Mainly because I had a weekend full of birthday celebrations and I’m sooo tired/sad my birthday is over.
Anyway, on Friday I turned 23 and I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t sure I was ok with turning 23. I knowww, it’s not actually old but it’s the oldest sounding age I’ve ever been so it was quite scary for me… until it happened and I had the best fricking day/weekend everrrr but I’ll go into that next.
I started my day by opening a box from my boyfriend which contained a great big, green, cooking apple… what an awesome way to tell me that we are in fact going to NYC in March next year… best surprise EVER! I was also thoroughly spoilt by my loved ones with pressies including a new dressing table for my room (it’s real pretty, will put up a pic at some point), a PIZZA OVEN yes, you read that right and other girly things like shoes/clothes/perfume. So before my day had even started I was totally ok with being 23. Yipppeeee.
We went to Cote Brassarie for breakfast which included mimosas, smoked salmon and scrambled eggs and bloody mary’s… perfection.
The plan was then to head to London for more surprises which I wasn’t allowed to know about…
We arrived in London after having a cheeky vodka and orange on the train from the very nice trolley lady where I was lead through Shoreditch to the CHEEKY Parlour where even more birthday dreams came true. We ALL got manicures and by all I mean boyfriend and dad included (brother had to pop off to do an interview and was gutted he didn’t get his nails done). Of course our manicures came with copious amounts of Prosecco because what else would you sip on while having your nails done on your birthday?
NEXT we headed to Shoreditch house for a wine or 12 then onto the Duck & Waffle for dinner, at which point mum and I decided to switch from wine to water (see drunken selfie below).
The view was out of this world and the glass lift on the way up was bloody terrifying. Food was delish and we had a lovely meal.
The day ended with everyone asleep in a taxi home, waheeey!
The next part of my birthday was a Halloween party, we had punch with eyeballs in and fingers in rolls. YUM.
Now do you get why I’m sad it’s Monday and it’s all over?! At least turning 23 wasn’t as scary as I’d first imagined, I think the absolute ball I had made up for my old age.
Tonight will consist of me using my new pizza oven to make a wondrous Monday night dinner. Hip hip hooray!